SONG. Why So pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale 1 Looking ill prevail 1 Prithee, why so pale 1 Why so dull and mute, young sinner * Prithee, why so mute? Saying nothing do't 1 Prithee, why so mute 1 Quit, quit for shame, this will not move, This cannot take her; If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her. Sir John Suckling. DELIGHT IN GOD ONLY. I Love (and have some cause to love) the earth: But what's a creature, Lord, compared with Thee I I love the air: her dainty sweets refresh I love the sea: she is my fellow-creature, But, Lord of oceans, when compared with Thee, To heaven's high city I direct my journey, But what is heaven, great God, compared to Thee? Without Thy presence heaven's no heaven to me. DELIGHT IN' GOD ONLY. Without Thy presence earth gives no refection; Without Thy presence sea affords no treasure; Without Thy presence air's a rank infection; Without Thy presence heaven itself no pleasure: The highest honours that the world can boast, Are subjects far too low for my desire; The brightest beams of glory are (at most) But dying sparkles of Thy living fire: The loudest flames that earth can kindle, be Without Thy presence wealth is bags of cares; Wisdom but folly; joy disquiet—sadness: Friendship is treason, and delights are snares! Pleasure but pain, and mirth but pleasing madness; Tn having all things, and not Thee, what have I? Not having Thee, what have my labours got? Let me enjoy but Thee, what further crave I? And having Thee alone, what have I not 1 Francis Quarles. |